The First Blast of the Trumpet by Marie Macpherson
‘There’s no rhyme nor reason to it. Your destiny is already laid doon.’
The Blood Miracles by Lisa McInerney
This, like so many of Ryan Cusack’s fuck-ups, begins with ecstasy.
All We Shall Know by Donal Ryan
Martin Toppy is the son of a famous Traveller and the father of my unborn child.
Catherine Meyrick 